Clock in you¡¯re at work but you¡¯re not working so hard
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Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you¡¯re not bored
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Talking on someone else¡¯s dime
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Put a quarter in the pay phone don¡¯t keep them waiting on the line
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Rushing through time just to find myself
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Asking someone in the future if they¡¯d save me a space
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Cause the line¡¯s getting longer with every hour
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People forget why they¡¯re waiting
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The mood¡¯s turning sour
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I don¡¯t want to go to school tomorrow
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Stay up late watching TV
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Eat a midnight snack I¡¯ll pretend it¡¯s Friday
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Complacent as I¡¯ll ever be
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See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where
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Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker
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But the grass is made of plastic and there¡¯s plastic on the grass
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A mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement
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Where¡¯s my mystical pan who plays on his flute?
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Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune
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There¡¯ll be a man who comes out of hiding
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He¡¯ll be the one who forces you to decide
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Why can¡¯t I just believe just believe?
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I can move my feet
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Pondering is a step beyond wondering
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Complacent as I¡¯ll ever be
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Gentle Sheep
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| The Ditty Bops |
